I got a present.

All the countries of the world had voted and agreed to move into the same home. Not everyone was in favor, but majority won like always. China adjusted the straps of his bag and looked up to the large house confidently. He was all for moving here, since his home had been very lonely lately. He smiled, thinking he’d never be in the house alone again. He then made his way inside to see familiar faces roaming around. England was dragging his luggage with him, being followed by a very happy France. China shook his head; it was exactly what he imagined. He laughed at the sight and made his way further into the house. He looked up when he noticed Italy running towards him, but Italy looked different to him today. Last he checked Italy wasn’t female. “Ciao, China!” Italy greeted him heartily.

“Ni hao, Italy,” China replied. He scratched behind his head. “Why are you female, Italy?”
Italy stared at him for a moment. China was always blunt when asking things, but it wasn’t his fault. It always slipped out. Italy’s blank face got back its smile and she explained, “Ve~, I attacked England for being mean to Doitsu,” China raised an eyebrow to her nickname for Germany, “so he got mad at me and cursed me like this.”
China put a hand on Italy’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll be yourself soon enough aru,” he said calmly.

Italy smile to him and replied, “Ve~ Doitsu likes me better this way though. I’m not mad at England.”

China scratched his head again. He knew Germany and Italy were basically together, but still: if he preferred one Italy over another, was it really love? China let off a sigh and started for the hall, Italy trailing behind. No matter what, China thought, Italy would always be Italy, so why did the gender matter to Germany? He looked to all of the claimed doors. “Are any rooms even open, aru?” he asked.

Italy shrugged and looked to each of the doors. She cringed when she noticed someone walk up behind China. “There’s an extra bed in my room. You can share with me, da~,” came a voice from behind. China froze, recognizing the voice as Russia’s.

China looked pleadingly to Italy, but she fled the scene in search of Germany so she could hide behind him. China sighed and turned around, shocked by Russia’s proximity. He graciously took a step back and prayed someone would show up to aid him. China thought for a moment, thinking Russia might not take no for an answer. “Fine, aru,” China finally replied.

Russia grinned to China and took his wrist suddenly. “I’ll show you to the room, da~,” he explained as he dragged him through the hall.

Russia opened the door to reveal a regular-sized bedroom with two beds. The walls were bare and the wooden flooring needed polishing. China had a lot of work to do to feel more at home. He sighed to the thought of how much work would be put into this. Both men turned when a voice came floating down the hall. “Lunch is ready!” they heard. The familiar accent told China it was France who called that out.

This was China’s chance to say hello to the other nations, and he was going to take it. Russia looked around once before explaining he could not attend the lunch meeting; he wanted to unpack. China, however, felt food came first, so he nodded to his roommate before heading to the kitchen. He walked in to find a familiar crowd at the table along with others he may have never met. America was poking at his lunch with a fork, wrinkling his nose at the escargot France had made. Next to him was England, barking at America about how anything edible is good to eat. America stopped arguing when he remembered England’s cooking was worse than France’s escargot. As funny as it looked, the French dish was edible. Then there was Italy and Romano sitting together as the two siblings they are. Romano was of course yelling at Italy again while she waved her little white flag of surrender. Next to Italy was Germany, who was drinking a pint of beer, which was a normal sight when anyone saw Germany at a dinner table. He put down his pint to yell back at Romano for yelling at Italy again. Next to Germany was Japan, quiet in his seat as usual. China seemed to light up at seeing Japan, but, with the look he got in return, his heart sank.

Next to Japan was Taiwan, someone China also knew very well. She also gave China a look before turning back to chat with Japan. Japan nodded a few times but mostly kept silent. Then there was Hong Kong nearby, eating silently. There was an empty seat next to him, but Korea was taking up the seat next to it. He was boasting to Hong Kong about how he invented escargot, which was pissing France off entirely. France was muttering in French before sitting down in the empty seat next to England by Greece. Greece was, of course, taking a nap in his seat. There was a cat resting contently on his lap. Next to him was Turkey who tried to wake Greece up to yell at him again. Next to Turkey was Austria, rubbing his temples form all the yelling. Next to him was Hungary, who couldn’t help but stare at Austria dreamily. Next to Hungary was Germany’s brother, Prussia, boasting about how awesome he is. That lasted about five minutes before Hungary smacked him with a pan. Seychelles was there too, she was petting a stuffed fish which she absolutely loved. There was an America-look-alike next to Prussia, but China found it was Canada, sitting silently like he always does. Poor Canada always got pushed around.

Also sitting at the table was Ukraine, Russia’s older sister. There was an empty seat next to her, but Belarus was in the seat after that. Both sisters looked to the empty chair expectantly. China thought that was why Russia wasn’t coming to lunch: his sisters could be pretty scary, especially Belarus. Ukraine began to cry about how he’s missing lunch, but Belarus just stared at the seat. China almost felt sorry for Russia, but Russia wasn’t even there to suffer. Next to Belarus was Lithuania, who kept giving her endearing looks. Belarus returned them with a glare. Next to Lithuania was Estonia and Latvia; Latvia kept shaking in fear while Estonia tried to calm him down just for once. There were many others at the table, but China didn’t seem to recognize that many faces. He smiled faintly to the group and an excited America jumped up with a frantic wave, “Hi, China!”

Korea turned to look from his seat and almost screamed like a fan girl. He got up to run over, tackling China into a hug. China attempted to get the other nation off of him, but it seemed of no use. “Hey, Aniki!” he mused.

“Ni hao, everyone,” China greeted. “Ni hao, Korea,” he added quietly.

Korea dragged China over to the empty seat between him and Hong Kong. “Ni hao, Hong Kong!” China said cheerfully, despite being dragged by Korea once again.

Hong Kong nodded to him in greeting but said nothing. Hong Kong was always free-spirited as a kid, but China noticed how much he’s changed. Had England really changed him this much? France looked over to them and told them, “Enjoy the escargot!”

England straightened his tie some. He muttered angrily about how his cooking was way better than France’s. The two of them began to bicker angrily until America spoke up, “Dig in!”

China cringed at the thought of England ever making dinner. He stupidly uttered, “France is right, ahen.” England froze in the middle of strangling France with his hands. “You’re not a very good cook, ahen,” China continued bluntly. He’d always been blunt.

England blinked angrily at the small Asian nation for a moment before releasing France from his grip. “There is nothing wrong with my cooking!” he argued.

China nodded and spoke in a sarcastic tone, “It’s good when you don’t mind it being burned, ahen.”

The rest of the table fell into a silence. None of the other nations, besides France, wanted to really piss off England after what happened to Italy. England stood up angrily and fled the room, muttering angrily to himself. France sat back down into the silence and said nothing. America motioned to his food, giving the sign for everyone to begin eating again. Everybody went back to their meals as if nothing happened. Germany looked over to China with concern. “China, I’m not sure pissing off England was a smart idea,” he stated.

“Ve~ I agree with Doitsu!” Italy chimed in.

Romano shook his head in disapproval. “Italy, you always agree with that potato bastard! Get your own damn opinion!” he yelled.

“Shut up, Romano! Stop yelling at Italy!” Germany hollered back.

Korea half stood in his seat and yelled, “Enough!” He sat back down and looked to the trio arguing. “I’m sure Aniki will be fine, he’s beaten England before, da-ze!”

China looked down and continued his meal, hoping that Korea was right about him being alright. Of course after lunch, everyone spent the rest of the day in various places. England was in his room, preparing. He took out his chalk and started to walk around his floor, the chalk pressed to the wood. He muttered angrily to himself about how angry he really was. After the circle was drawn, he proceeded to put his star-shape into the circle. Hours passes as he looked for the right spell in his very big book of spells. When he finally found it, step one of his plan was ready to go. He peeked out his door until China came by to pull him in.

China had just finished dinner, along with the rest of the nations. Russia had actually made it to dinner, making China feel sorry for him. He was now heading for his room to grab some night clothes to change into after a bath. Lucky for him, there were about ten bathrooms. He passed England’s room casually, only to be pulled in by a rather rough England. Before China could scream, England’s hand covered his mouth simply. The screams were muffled and quiet. “Hush up!” England barked.

The way he barked at China reminded him of his days working for England after the Opium Wars. China did as he was told to avoid being beaten again. England thrust the older nation to the spot where he drew his shape on the floor. China took one look and realized England wasn’t going to play any games. Not today, and not anytime soon. England’s room was dark at night, and the dimmed lights didn’t aid China’s sight. He noticed few things like a bed and the shape drawn beneath of him. He looked to the figure he thought was England taking a book from the shelf and walk back over. He flipped it open and started to murmur. Only two words in did the pentagon below China begin to glow an eerie purple, slightly illuminating the room. England’s face seemed to stare at him for a moment before he turned his gaze to the pages, also beginning to glow purple. England furrowed his eyebrows, continuing to concentrate on the words written on the page. England seemed to finish off the words and snapped the book shut.

His victim then suddenly felt as if he was going to collapse. China put a hand to his abdomen in pain. Everything hurt: his torso, his abdomen, and even his waist began to ache. He then collapsed to the floor, panting and gasping for air. He suddenly felt unable to breathe; the pain did not seem to be subsiding anytime soon. England placed the book onto the bookshelf and walked over towards China, but didn’t dare enter the drawn shape on the floor. The purple color soon faded, telling England he could approach the suffering nation. He got on one knee to observe. China was still writhing in pain, curling himself into a ball to conceal it. He hugged his own lower torso in an attempt to soothe the pain, but nothing worked. He tried to scream but nothing came out. England thought about how much longer China would remain conscious. The older nation fell onto his side in agony, and England slowly approached his victim. He sent his fingers to China’s head, flicking it. “That’s what you get,” he stated before China’s world faded to black.

The next morning, China’s eyes fluttered open to be staring at the ceiling. Where was he? He sat up, a heavy feeling on his chest. Across the room, England was seated elegantly in an armchair, teacup in hand; the plate for the cup sat in his lap. He sipped some tea from the cup and placed it back onto the plate. He looked over to China awakening. “How was your rest, China?” he asked simply.

China stared at England for a moment, wondering what to say to him first. What was going on or why did he attack him last night? “What is going on ahen?” He brought a hand to his mouth, wondering why his own voice was so strange to him.

England smirked, for his day was going to be a great day. China then looked down to make sure he was himself, but didn’t see what he -or she- wanted to see. The nation stared down at herself for a moment, taking in the fact that her whole body was changed. England placed his cup to the side and stood up. He strode over to the shocked China in his room, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to mess with me?” he asked smoothly.

China stared up at him incredulously. England then turned to look at his door as it burst open, revealing a very tired France. He stumbled in to England’s feet, panting from running around all night. “This house is so big! I couldn’t even fi-” France started before noticing China in the room. He froze entirely. “Again, England?! My God!” He stood up suddenly, despite how tired he was. He walked over to China slowly and looked down to her, due to their height difference. She wasn’t exactly a tall person in the first place. France then brought his arms around her suddenly, petting her head with his hand. “It’ll be alright, mon ami,” he cooed. “France’s got you.” China started to protest, but she was muffled by being crushed into France’s chest. France then loosened his grip enough to let her speak. “Dis-le encore, mon ami?”

“I can’t breathe aru,” China replied. “Get off of me, France!”

France then released the smaller nation from his grasp. England then smiled to France some before turning to China. “Those clothes are a bit big, aren’t they?” he asked.

“No they’re,” China started, but she noticed her sleeve hanging hopelessly over her shoulder. She gripped it to pull it back on before she finished, “not.”

France then grinned to her. “You’ll need a bra too. Je vais vérifier sa taille des seins!”
He got behind her and sent his arms under hers. He then placed his hands over her breasts, groping her. “G-Get off aru!” China cried out angrily.

England started to laugh until she gave him a death glare, causing him to cut off his laughter. France thought for a moment before releasing her. “I’d say… 36B is her size,” he said.

The bushy-browed nation clapped his hands together once, and then he rubbed them together. “Alright, we’d best get ready, the world meeting is in an hour!” he exclaimed.